Right now, this bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms is the only thing separating Chris and I. Normally, when we get the chance to sit together while doing different things, I want to be as close to him as possible. But because he was not sharing and put the M&Ms on the other side of him, I placed them between us. Peanut Butter M&Ms are about my favorite things in the world. And Keebler Grasshoppers with hot chocolate. This was the only way to settle my unhappiness.
Then, Chris, after lecturing me all weekend on how Sunday was to be his "study-only-do-nothing-else-day," he tried to put an M&M up my nose.
"I don't want it up my nose!!" I protested.
"Yes you do!!" He yells back.
So, in trying to get himself back on track, he kneels down and studies with his notebook on the cushion.
"There. Now God thinks I'm praying."
He told me not to blog that last part. Too bad.